Mischief freakin' managed.

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Tonight, I'm going to see Harry Potter and am so pumped. It's the perfect way to begin my Thanksgiving break.

On my way to a study room yesterday, I passed by a guy looking absolutely furious. Face red, he was yelling at the top of his lungs. Maybe he was so caught up in what he was talking about that he didn't realize he was in an area full of people studying, but whatevs. It was only until I passed him that I realized what he was yelling about: Harry Potter.

Now, I can be supa enthusiastic about the books and about the details in those books that no one else pays attention to. And maybe I'll nicely make someone feel guilty if I find out they've never picked up any of the seven books. But I am sure not like that kid. For example, I would have never yelled (or told) that girl that she's lived a deprived childhood or question her parents' motives if they she hasn't read or seen a HP movie. Neither would I repetitively yell, "What is wrong with you? What the f* is your PROBLEM? You were born in the past two decades, weren't you?"

As sad as it must be for that girl, I couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation. After experiencing that, I didn't have a care for what I was doing or that I was running late for class. So thanks, kid. I appreciate the enthusiasm.